Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Brick,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.